He Jinqiu did not answer immediately. He gently stroked every heart sword and bone sword beside him with his broken wrist, as if he was saying sorry to it, and then saying goodbye.

"Why?" He Jinqiu smiled: "By my life now."

"If you fight for this life, you can't kill me?"

He Jinqiu replied: "Just do good things, don't ask about the future. Wherever your heart wants, don't ask about the east and west."

In an instant, he burned out his last vitality, and the eighteen flying swords around him emitted a thousand-foot light!

The next moment, eighteen flying swords flew away from him like a torrent, surging towards the Duke of Silver!

The Duke of Silver raised his hand calmly to fight. He pulled out the afterimage around him like a rabbit rising and falling, and the sound of gold and iron clashing endlessly.

The flying sword was knocked away again and again, and He Jinqiu's face turned even more tired again and again.

He Jinqiu's methods seemed a little powerless in front of Duke Silver, as if no matter how hard he tried, it would be difficult to hurt the other party.

Moreover, during the battle, the Duke of Silver even had the spare energy to urge the Qiuye Knife, using black hair as a needle to cut one by one from He Jinqiu's body.

If He Jinqiu hadn't been evaded in time, he would have been cut open the neck artery several times.

He seemed to have no choice but to attack Fanfu with a flying sword, and then be violently bounced away by the Duke of Silver.

But... the flying swords that were knocked away flew back again and again and came back to Duke Silver again.

This battle is not as brilliant as before, nor is it as shocking as before.

He Jinqiu was like fighting with people on the street. He had no exquisite suits or exquisite black scepters on his body, and only a heart that wanted to kill the enemy for life.

He gave up his own considerations and his own calculations.

He was a sword immortal before.

Now he is just a warrior!

The flying sword was repelled again and again, and flew back again and again!

It's endless and endless.

The Duke of Silver fired back, but saw him suddenly burst out with unparalleled speed, bounced dozens of fingers in the void, and his fingers were firmly bounced on the flying sword.

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The first heart sword shattered...

The second heart sword shattered...

The eighth heart sword shattered...

He Jinqiu's spirit suddenly came to an end.

Since the birth of Hu's sword cultivator, no one has broken nine heart swords in one day. His internal organs seem to be shattered. If it weren't for the strong body of this experimental subject, he might have died suddenly!

This is the first time He Jinqiu has thanked this gray body. Once upon a time when he saw the gray self when he looked in the mirror, he only felt that this was the ugliest time in his life.

Not at all particular.

So he cut his nails.

Put on a hat.

But if time goes back, he will stand openly in the sunshine and reexamine himself.

The heart sword is broken.

He also has a bone sword.

Even if the bone sword is broken, he still has a bad life.

But I saw that the ten bone swords were even tougher than the Heart Sword. Even though I had suffered countless blows, I still flew tenaciously in the air.

Gradually, Duke Silver's hands were covered with blood, and the skin of his palm was broken inch by the bone-hitting sword.

His speed also slowed down. Due to the side effects of the potion, this Silver Duke did not have respiratory skills, and his endurance was far worse than that of the Orthodox Knight!

The Duke of Silver originally wanted to kill He Jinqiu with all his might, and ended the battle before the royal fleet arrived, but he suddenly realized that He Jinqiu was like a piece of candy, which was penetrated again and again but never failed.

He burned his boat and completely penetrated He Jinqiu's sword formation and rushed towards He Jinqiu!

Duke of Silver pulled out the afterimage in the air, came to He Jinqiu and stabbed it into the middle of his chest, but he actually saw He Jinqiu smiling!

But the bone sword that was bounced away returned, and while the opponent was fighting with all his might, he carefully cut it from behind the opponent's left ankle!

This is the leg that Duke of Silver injured when he fell from the airship.

When Duke Silver realized that it was not good, he had no time to dodge. He barely raised his legs and tried to avoid it, but the bone sword came too tricky! The cracks and ligaments on his left leg were also slowing down his movements at this moment!

Strong tendons!

It was this sword that directly cut off the silver duke's tendons!

The Qingyuxin Sword flew, just like Zheng Yuandong's domineering sword technique, and then dismembered the Duke of Silver's calf muscles, leaving only bare bones!

Duke Silver's eyes were red, his enemies were like madmen, and they were completely unconscious. Even though they were already like a candle in the wind, they were still thinking about how to kill him instead of how to survive!

The knight's true energy in Duke of Silver's body followed the palm of his piercing into He Jinqiu's chest and rolled into He Jinqiu's body.

The knight's demigod's knight's true energy is like a mountain torrent that pours down from the sky. From He Jinqiu's limbs and bones passing by, urging He Jinqiu's blood vessels and muscle fibers inch by inch.

This is why the knight demigod can beat people like hanging paintings. He Jinqiu looks intact on the surface, but all the vitality in his body is destroyed.

Boss He has a strong self-healing ability to bridge the broken muscles again, but he can't do it at all.

But when Duke Bai Yin saw that He Jinqiu was still laughing.

Suddenly, his wrist hurt, and the hand pressed on He Jinqiu's chest was cut off with a sword, cutting off the tendons of his right hand!

The Duke of Silver was shocked and realized that he had tried hard and knocked away nine bone swords on the way to fly, and one of them disappeared.

It turned out that this bone sword was waiting for me here.

From the beginning, He Jinqiu had no intention of living.

At this time, He Jinqiu suffered huge force and flew backwards like a kite with broken strings, and his body kept rolling on the ground.

He looked up at the night sky, coughed and said with a smile: "How about you, you are useless? Do you still dare to underestimate me?"

Boss He is particularly miserable, but he is particularly happy.

Duke of Silver stared at the bloodline on his wrist in a daze: "I can take over my disciple at any time, but you are dead."

He Jinqiu smiled and ignored him.

The Duke of Silver angrily said, "Why? Why can you stop living and change your injuries to me? You are a demigod, are you not afraid of death at all?"

He Jinqiu looked at the starry sky above his head.

He really wanted to fly with his sword again to see the stars within reach.

But he only remembered that he could no longer control the sword.

He only had a bad life left, and he was slowly waiting to die.

The Duke of Silver asked for the third time: "Why?!"

At this time, He Jinqiu slowly turned his head to look at the horizon, where a young man was running wildly in blood.

The puppets around the boy didn't know where they died. I guess the battle just now was very dangerous.

"Do you want to know why?" He Jinqiu asked.

Duke of Silver didn't say anything.

He Jinqiu thought for two seconds, and thought of some people he had known and some things he had experienced: "Because... success doesn't have to be with me."

Duke Baiyin was stunned for a moment. He Jinqiu's submission was that he exchanged his life for one of his hand tendons and one of his feet tendons to create a chance for Qingchen to kill him.

It doesn’t matter whether He Jinqiu killed him, as long as he is Duke of Silver dies!

The next moment, Duke of Silver saw Qing Chen cutting his wrist and pulling out the blood-red long sword he seized from the blood from the master of Ximing.

His mind suddenly trembled, and the prophecy of the master of the drama and his mind echoed in his mind!

The man holding a blood-red sword will kill the Duke of Silver in his hand!

His face was gloomy and unstable. After thinking about it, he didn't feel that Qingchen had the strength to kill him. He said coldly: "Do you think he can kill me? I am a demigod, he is just an A-level."

He Jinqiu thought for a while and said, "You will be the first demigod he killed. Next, he will kill the second, third, and fourth... Until one day, the world will be in the warehouse, the horse will be released into the south mountain, the grains will be abundant, and the people will be happy. My epitaph may be written on it, this person is very good at playing swords, but you... will not have an epitaph."

As he spoke, He Jinqiu coughed violently, and everything in his body began to fall apart under the knight's true energy.

But he didn't regret it at all.

At this time, Duke Baiyin did not choose to kill Qingchen, but turned around and limped to the distance.

The sound of footsteps came, and Qingchen half-kneeled beside He Jinqiu: "Boss He, how are you?"

He Jinqiu said lightly: "I can't survive, go and kill him, and let him enter the grave with the secret of the poisoned wine glass! I have destroyed his right hand and left leg. If you can't kill him, you are ashamed of your knight ancestor."

Qingchen was stunned for a moment: "..."

He Jinqiu looked at the starry sky in the sky: "Qingchen, please, kill him."

"I'll help you check the injury first," Qingchen's nose felt sore.
To be continued...